I will not bet on many stars
So bright and clear
As my time draws near.
And yet, here I am
Whispering love letters
Into Hermes’ ear
In hopes thy dear maiden
Of knuckled constellations
May show some sign
Of drawing ever nearer.
I will not bet on many stars
So bright and clear
As my time draws near.
And yet, here I am
Whispering love letters
Into Hermes’ ear
In hopes thy dear maiden
Of knuckled constellations
May show some sign
Of drawing ever nearer.